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Sunday, 19 October 2014

estate

A ruin is not, however, a proof as such. Only a narrative that would
integrate the ruin as the object of its plot could transform it into
one. The degree of consistency of this narrative is consequently
proportional to the degree of truth that it will reach. In other words,
we should avoid thinking of justice as the place where “true truth” is
established, but rather as the forum—the same etymology as forensic—where
“public truth” is debated. Similarly, the law should be less seen as
the embodiment of a perfectly ethical set of rules but, rather, as the
product of historical dominations crystalized into legislative norms.
The public truth is therefore public insofar that it represents the ideological domination at work at the time this truth is constructed.